tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29635803.post6706912541483847950..comments2013-04-18T16:27:41.738-07:00Comments on Julia's Blog: Breast stories of Kutti RevathiJulia Duttahttps://plus.google.com/118112130944380341626noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29635803.post-83595083944658896252010-04-14T07:14:14.597-07:002010-04-14T07:14:14.597-07:00Ah, well ... here&#39;s your comment!
Julia, I am...Ah, well ... here&#39;s your comment!<br /><br />Julia, I am in agreement with your belief that strong emotion is the fountainhead of great art. Indeed it is necessary but it is not sufficient. It provides just the initial spark - thereafter a lot of painstaking, meticulous &quot;building&quot; is required. Tagore&#39;s adolescent writing &quot;Sandhyasangeet and Prabhat sangeet&quot; are luminous examples. They were written in only emotion and therefore failed as poems. You know who was the first merciless critic of that collection of poems much to the disappointment of the adolescent poet? Kadambari debi - his &quot;bouthan&quot;. Later even the poet acknowledged their weakness and did not want to see that collection published. Still they were. The poet wrote, &quot;The publisher is a historian, he does not discriminate between the good and the bad, he wants to publish them all&quot;.<br /><br /><br />Precisely that&#39;s what I stated in the last comment that Tantra does not focus on the breasts. Rather on the genital of woman. The secret of birth still remains a mystery, and the tantric always thought the women with their power to give life was ever more powerful than anyone else. Hence their obsession with the Yoni(which means origin). What I did not point out that in general population of males too there are the admirers of primary female sexual organ. As Desmond Morris asserts the rolling behind of females in the human specis is an evolutionary deveopment that alludes to the vulva. And hence there are plenty of males out there who are butt loving. My point: that breasts are central to the male psyche is not true. Butt loving men will outnumber them, since we are desgined to procreate. Nature entices, forces and does everything in its power to do so.<br /><br />I searched for the web link to what what I stated about Kamakhya. Here you go. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shakti_Peethas" rel="nofollow">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shakti_Peethas</a>Durgasankar Mandalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01055838952155000533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29635803.post-295328297916855832010-04-11T11:36:08.616-07:002010-04-11T11:36:08.616-07:00Hi Julia, where&#39;d you comment go? I read it so...Hi Julia, where&#39;d you comment go? I read it someday ago. Wanted to respond to the same.Durgasankar Mandalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01055838952155000533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29635803.post-904965575970051332010-04-01T23:19:26.824-07:002010-04-01T23:19:26.824-07:00Thanks Amrita,
I suppose I said it, LOLThanks Amrita,<br /><br />I suppose I said it, LOLJulia Duttahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08846895945401962741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29635803.post-40910389441319803322010-04-01T10:02:53.684-07:002010-04-01T10:02:53.684-07:00Powerful post. JuliaPowerful post. JuliaAmritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04887884977787790642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29635803.post-47056895116065775602010-04-01T05:03:17.845-07:002010-04-01T05:03:17.845-07:00Hi Durga,
At last a bold and beautiful comment. I ...Hi Durga,<br />At last a bold and beautiful comment. I am happy it is from you Durga.<br />One, I am not sure if anger what makes a man or a woman write a verse can be called non-creative. I believe any emotion strong enough can give rise to an art - poetry, literature, music or whatever.<br /><br />With reference to Taslima, much of her writings are unfortunately done for creating a noise around herself and creating opinions. I believe that when she was in Bangladesh, she used to write for a paper, where she regularly related the last night&#39;s happenings with her lover as a column....now, that is something that makes me wonder, why she could be using a public forum for a Diary.<br />As far as Tantra is concerned, I don&#39;t think that they are obsessed with the breasts of women. Suffice it to say, they are obsessed with mastering their sexual excitement at the touch or view of woman&#39;s parts, in order that they can overcome this and manage to transform the energy from moving downward to moving upward. There are much easier ways to do that, although it might take time. <br />As far as Kamakhya is concerned, of Kamarupa, I am not sure if the literature says that, if Scientists have studied the reason behind the &quot;red&quot; water secretion at kamakhya once a year, or is it just a set of beliefs from spiritual texts. I say this despite my having visited the spot many times myself, though many years ago.<br />Thanks Durga for your comment,<br />JuliaJulia Duttahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08846895945401962741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29635803.post-46199307757834404702010-03-31T22:52:13.234-07:002010-03-31T22:52:13.234-07:00Ahem! Well, it is indeed debatable contention that...Ahem! Well, it is indeed debatable contention that female breasts are central to men&#39;s psyche. Breasts belong in the groups secondary sexual organs. We are aware of the Tantric way that is kind of obsessed with the primary sexual organ of women. They wondered on the life giving capacity of women (which is of course still a mystery and secret of which is still unknown to this day)and thought women as goddesses. The fact that Kamarupa is considered as the holiest place is that Sati&#39;s genitals were dropped there during the Tandava of Shiva.<br /><br />However, that apart, I liked the first poem - is so evocative. In the second one it kind of apparent that the poetess has a lot of anger against men. Art is about building stuff. When emotion dominates, one is more often that not able to surpass to something sublime. Reminds me very much of Taslima Nasreen and her writings. Her writings lack much of that creative splendour which she pretends to be able to make up with her fervour.Durgasankar Mandalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01055838952155000533noreply@blogger.com